This is a song about "The 60s"

The game of love

Where the fuck the chorus

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Niggas die over shoes

From the gutter to the roof

Still the man with the pan

Andy samberg: oh dang

Here's the answer and the antidote:

We running that show all around the globe

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

The more battles the better the flows